Main Street. Empty. I go to the desert.
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Main Street. Empty. I go to the desert.
We are all just babes in the woods.
A deaf person who has been pleasantly stuck in a dimension between dream and reality, where my sign language turns into written poems.
reading, ranting and reviewing
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Poetry written by Katrina Cain
poetry/poem, essays, writing everything I adore or not so:-)
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So apt to these times and I love that solemn imagery. It’s saddening how everything is abandoned—it drains the life out of everything.
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Yes it certainly does. This one came to me last night as I was going to sleep. Thanks for you comment.
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